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[Lonny]

Jeg er lidt i det poetiske hjørne i dag, så jeg vil dele nogle digte med jer, og håber,at I vil dele jeres digte om hunde med mig

 

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You can't buy loyalty, they say,

I bought it though, the other day;

You can't buy friendship, tried and true,

Well just the same, I bought that too.

I made my bid, and on the spot

Bought love and faith and a whole job lot

Of happiness, so all in all

The purchase price was pretty small.

I bought a single trusting heart,

That gave devotion from the start.

If you think these things are not for sale,

Buy a brown-eyed puppy with a stump for a tail.

[Lonny]

There is sorrow enough in the natural way

From men and women to fill our day;

And when we are certain of sorrow in store,

Why do we always arrange for more?

Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware

Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

 

Buy a pup and your money will buy

Love unflinching that cannot lie--

Perfect passion and worship fed

By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.

Nevertheless it is hardly fair

To risk your heart to a dog to tear.

 

When the fourteen years which Nature permits

Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,

And the vet's unspoken prescription runs

To lethal chambers or loaded guns,

Then you will find--it's your own affair--

But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

 

When the body that lived at your single will,

With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)

When the spirit that answered your every mood

Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,

You will discover how much you care,

And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

 

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,

When it comes to burying Christian clay.

Our loves are not given, but only lent,

At compound interest of cent per cent.

Though it is not always the case, I believe,

That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,

A short-term loan is as bad as a long--

So why in--Heaven (before we are there)

Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

 

Rudyard Kipling

[Lonny]

If it should be that I grow frail and weak

And pain does keep me from my sleep,

Then will you do what must be done

For this, the last battle can´t be won.

You will be sad - I understand.

But don´t let grief then stay your hand.

For on this day, more than all the rest,

Your love and friendship, must stand the test.

We´ve had so many happy years.

What is to come can hold no fears.

You´d not want me to suffer so,

When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my needs they´ll tend,

Only, stay with me until the end.

and hold me firm and speak to me,

Until my eyes no longer see.

I know, in time, you too, will agree,

It is a kindness, you do to me.

Although my tail, its last has waved,

From pain and suffring I´ve been saved.

Don´t grieve that it must now be you,

Who has to decide this thing to do.

We´ve been so close - we two - these years,

don´t let your heart hold any tears.

[Lonny]

" Bare en hund" er der mennesker, der siger. Er det " bare" at et andet liv har sluttet sig til mit, at en hale klapper i gulvet af glæde ved at høre min stemme, at en snude fortroligt stikker sig ind i min hånd, at to øjne røber mig verdener af tillid og hengivenhed ?

 

Kaj Munk

[AnjaCS]

Lige en jeg har nuppet fra min veninde:

 

On Judgement day, if God should say:

Did you clean your house today?

I will say, no I did not.

I played with my dog, and I forgot.

[Nazak]

When God made the Earth and sky,

The flowers and the trees,

He then made all the animals,

And all the birds and bees.

 

And when his work was finished,

Not one was quite the same,

He said, “I’ll walk this earth of mine,

And give each one a name.”

 

And so he traveled land and sea

And everywhere he went,

A little creature followed him,

Until its strength was spent.

 

When all were named upon the earth,

And in the sky and sea,

The little creature said, “Dear Lord,

There’s not one left for me.”

 

The Father sniffed and softly said,

“I’ve left you ’til the end.

I’ve turned my own name back to front,

And called you Dog, my friend!”